Page 82 of Rhet

“Your tongue is the 8thwonder of the world. I’m going to come,” he growls as he tightens his grip in my hair. It’s both painful and pleasurable.

I reach up and squeeze his balls softly to help him reach climax.

“Oh shit, Zeeta.” He tries to pull away, but I pull him to me allowing him to cum down my throat.

My climax hits me as I swallow his cum, he gasps “Oh God Zee.”

We both break apart, dazed, breathing heavy. He grabs me under my arms and brings me to stand for a kiss. I know he is tasting himself and he has no problem with it.

“You’re lethal. It’s a pity it’s only a one-time thing. We could have a beautiful arrangement, but now you have a rule of this one-time thing.” He begins to straighten his clothes, as I sweep my T-shirt off the floor.

“Yes, it’s a one-time thing. By the way, thank you.” I pulled the T-shirt over my head not looking at him.

He lifts my chin. “No thank you.”

“For what?”

“Other than the obvious. I feel a little more relaxed now” he replies.

I scowl. “No you don’t.”

He wipes the side of my lips with his thumb “Yes, I do.”

“This is never happening again. You can go back to your life.”

I feel like I played myself. He glares at me and nods.

“Fine by me. In fact, set a date with Miley for me tomorrow. Go straight to the office tomorrow don’t come to the house.”

I can feel rage build up in me and I want to scream.

He smirks, “I will see myself out. See you tomorrow.”

RHET

Idon’t want to do this. I have no idea why my father wants to meet me at Le Jardin at nine thirty in the morning. He could have come to my home. I feel miserable this morning. It could be from my lack of coffee. However, I know the truth is the fact that I didn’t see or hear from Zeeta.

I did tell her to go to the office ahead of me.

“Welcome to Le Jardin Mr. Banner,” The cute host in a tailored jacket breaks into my thoughts.

“Is it just me or is my father here?” I ask as I look back to the glass doors revolving behind me.

“No sir, allow me to escort you to your table,” the host says as she tucks her dark brown hair behind her ear.

Le Jardin is one of my father’s pride and joy. It’s one of the first restaurants he ever opened on his own. At the time he was obsessed with French cuisine. Now it’s one of Lakeshore’s top ten restaurants.

As we walk to the entrance of the main dining room, my attention is drawn to a young man behind the palm trees sitting on a bench. He looks out of place against the whitewashed exposed brick and crystal chandelier. He keeps tugging the sleeves of his black sweater as if he was trying to hide is tattoos. His tattoos extend up to his face. He finally gives up and leans his head back on the brick wall.

“It doesn’t make sense trying to hide who you are,” I say to him.

He raises his head and slowly lifts his middle finger at me “Mind your business old man,”

The words old man, hit me in the heart. As I was about to turn in his direction,

“Mr. Banner this way,” The cherry host smiles at me.

I take one more last look at my newest foe. The way his grey eyes meet mine, reminds me of someone I know.

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